I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Clang—!!!

The nearly one million weapons suspended in mid-air, under the absolute control of the Heavenly Sword, instantly transformed into a torrent of steel sword energy thousands of feet long, capable of swallowing the sky and devouring the earth!

This terrifying steel tidal wave, powerful enough to sweep away all nations under heaven, emitted a terrifying howl that tore at eardrums as it frantically savagely attacked Dugu Ming!

Countless martial arts heroes who had been secretly observing stared at the massive, sky-covering torrent of steel and fell silent instantly!

"Good heavens... this is the legendary Sword Sect's supreme technique, Ten Thousand Swords Return to One?!"

Some sect leaders with weaker cultivation were so overwhelmed by the unparalleled sword aura that their legs went weak and they uncontrollably knelt on the ground, terrified to the point of their souls being shattered!

"Such world-destroying power...this is no longer martial arts of the mortal realm, it's clearly the descent of a god!!!"

However, faced with this power of ten thousand swords returning to their source, which was enough to extinguish all life and make heroes kneel in submission, a morbid fanaticism surged in Dugu Ming's eyes.

"The ultimate technique of the Sword Sect?"

"Very well! I'll let this martial arts legend witness my Primordial Chaos Divine Skill!"

He didn't raise any protective aura, nor did he dodge in the slightest.

He faced the overwhelming tide of a million soldiers, advancing instead of retreating, and charged in recklessly!

Boom! Crack! Bang! Rumble—!!!

Two forces far beyond conventional understanding collided violently at the highest point in the sky, their destructive speed even causing visible ripples in the void!

The deafening collisions continued unabated!

The terrifying aftershocks of the collision exploded in all directions. The rock walls at the summit of Dragon Peak cracked and collapsed in large areas under this force. Tons of rubble were swept into the air by the shockwave and then crashed down onto the scattered limbs and broken bones.

The martial arts practitioners who were secretly observing were thrown to the ground by the shockwave, spitting blood, their faces filled with pure fear that was beyond their level.

But this earth-shattering collision did not last long.

Just a few breaths later—

The continuous crashing sounds in mid-air abruptly stopped without warning.

Dead silence.

Absolute silence.

Even the wind has stopped.

Nie Feng suddenly held his breath, and the pupils of his demonic eyes shrank sharply.

Bu Jingyun's heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

In mid-air.

Wuming stood frozen in place, his hands trembling violently.

He stared intently ahead, his pupils reflecting a scene he would never forget.

A million soldiers—gone.

That torrent of steel, powerful enough to swallow the heavens and the earth, those nearly a million blood-stained swords, spears, and halberds, along with the vast sword energy he unleashed with all his life's sword cultivation...

They all disappeared completely.

Instead, grayish-white powder slowly drifted down from the sky.

Fine, gentle, and silent.

It was like a blanket of ashes covering the entire Dragon Peak.

And right in the very center of that sky full of flying dust.

Dugu Ming stood with his hands behind his back, his bright yellow dragon robe without a single wrinkle.

He didn't even catch his breath.

Bu Jingyun spoke in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Feng, did you recognize what kind of martial art Dugu Ming used?"

Nie Feng shook his head, his expression grave: "Never seen it before."

"Unlike any known martial arts technique in the martial arts world."

"A million weapons combined with the Heavenly Sword Intent of a Grandmaster of the Supreme Path couldn't even scratch the hem of his dragon robe... This way of using power is unheard of."

Bu Jingyun's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said no more.

Master was defeated.

This is an undeniable fact.

Feng and Yun exchanged a glance, and simultaneously sprang into action, about to rush into the sky to protect Wuming.

however.

Suspended high in the ashes, Dugu Ming didn't even bother to glance at Wuming.

He waved his hand lightly, as if shooing away a boring fly.

"Get lost."

Wuming shuddered.

Dugu Ming stood with his hands behind his back, his tone carrying an extremely indifferent disdain:

"Back in the World Society, your traitorous disciple Jian Chen saved my life for you."

"Although I act on impulse, I am clear about my gratitude and grievances."

"I will return this life to you."

"Now, disappear from my sight."

Wuming hung in mid-air, his tense body relaxing slightly for a moment.

Not because of fear, but because—

Dugu Ming's words allowed him to catch a faint glimmer of humanity in this bloodthirsty tyrant.

He still remembers the life-saving grace he received years ago.

He hasn't completely lost all his conscience.

"Dugu Ming..."

Wuming took a deep breath, trying to persuade him one last time:

"Your talent is extraordinary, your martial arts are divine. If you could lay down your butcher's knife—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

boom!!!

Dugu Ming's primordial aura suddenly surged, like an invisible cliff, directly forcing Wuming back dozens of feet from mid-air!

Wuming staggered backward, his chest heaving with blood and qi, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Dugu Ming stared down at Wuming, uttering only a chillingly cold sentence:

"I don't need anyone's guidance."

"Say one more word, and I will change my mind."

After a moment of silence, Wuming finally slowly fell back to the ground.

He landed in front of Feng and Yun, his blue robe covered in grayish-white iron powder, and his usually composed face was filled with exhaustion and heaviness.

"Wind, Clouds."

Wuming looked at the two people in front of him, his voice low and deep:

"Now... it's up to you guys."

"Be careful, Dugu Ming's martial arts are extremely strange, and it seems to be able to dissolve everything."

"The Ten Thousand Swords Returning to One technique is useless against him; you must not be careless."

Bu Jingyun did not reply, but simply nodded heavily.

Nie Feng gave Wuming a deep look: "Don't worry, senior."

next moment.

Whoosh!!

Bu Jingyun was the first to leap up, his figure like a thick, dark cloud tearing through the sky, steady, oppressive, and unstoppable!

Swish-!

Nie Feng lightly touched the pebbles with his toes, and his whole body transformed into a whirlwind of afterimages that were almost impossible to catch with the naked eye, silently soaring into the sky.

Light and swift, like a transparent blade capable of cutting through everything.

Wind and clouds, one strong and one gentle, one heavy and one light.

The two hovered steadily in front of Dugu Ming, facing the peerless emperor across the void.

Dugu Ming slowly swept his gaze across Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun's faces.

In that instant, the indifference and disappointment he had shown towards Wuming in his eyes gradually faded away.

Instead, a long-suppressed, almost morbid fervor and anticipation emerged.

"Nie Feng".

"Bu Jingyun".

Dugu Ming pronounced the two names slowly and deliberately, as if he were reciting not two living people, but two divine altars standing at the very pinnacle of the entire martial arts world.

"You are the ones I have been waiting for."

He slowly raised his hand, his five fingers loosely clenched, and the imperial primordial energy around him surged silently at this moment, causing the ashes and blood mist in the sky to swirl wildly in all directions.

"Nameless has lost."

"The Heavenly Sword, which was revered by the world as a legend of the old martial arts world, has been knocked down to the dust by my own hands."

The curve of Dugu Ming's lips grew colder, but his eyes burned even more fiercely.

"And you two are the true figures of this era, propelled to godhood by destiny."

People say that when the winds and clouds unite, they are invincible.

"People say that as long as Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun are around, no one else will ever be able to reach the top of the martial arts world."

"I refuse to believe it."

boom--!!!

As Dugu Ming took a step forward, the imperial dragon aura and primordial energy behind him surged into the sky, causing the entire Dragon Peak to tremble violently under this overwhelming pressure.

He looked down at Feng and Yun, his voice deep yet carrying an absolute domineering air as if he wanted to trample the entire martial arts world under his feet.

"What I want has never been just this dragon throne."

"What I want to do is to become the true number one in the world, throughout history!"

"Defeating the Nameless One is only the first step."

"If I defeat you again, all the so-called old and new myths of the martial arts world of China will have to kneel before me."

At this point, Dugu Ming slowly raised his eyes, his gaze seemingly traversing mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, looking towards the distant heavens beyond.

"By then, only two mountains will remain in the world."

"Broken Waves".

"Jiang Chen".

The moment those two names were uttered, a truly sharp and intense fighting spirit finally surfaced in Dugu Ming's eyes.

That's not fear.

It wasn't out of fear.

Rather, it's the almost overwhelming excitement of a hunter when he sees his last prey.

"I will first shatter the winds of destiny here."

"I will once again ascend to the Outer Heavens and personally suppress Duan Lang and Jiang Chen."

"I will make all the so-called legends, myths, destiny, and invincibility in this world..."

Dugu Ming suddenly clenched his fists, and the boundless imperial dragon energy exploded, transforming into several dark golden dragons that circled and roared behind him.

"They will all become stepping stones for me to ascend to the throne of the world!"

He looked down at Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun, the smile on his lips turning into a ferocious and exhilarating arrogance.

"bring it on."

"Let me see you two, the chosen ones favored by Heaven..."

"Are you even qualified to stand in my way of becoming the greatest in the world?!"

Nie Feng gazed quietly at the figure before him, completely enveloped by the Imperial Dragon Qi and the Primordial Black Light.

Once upon a time, this man before me was Dugu Meng's blood-related elder brother.

Even though Dugu Ming was mad, obsessive, and arrogant, Nie Feng was always willing to leave him a way out for the sake of Meng'er.

But now, Dragon Peak is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Eight hundred thousand border soldiers were slaughtered, Wenlong was deposed, and Wuming was defeated and forced to retreat.

This young master of Wushuang City, who once still retained a sliver of humanity and pride, has been completely dragged into the abyss by his obsession with being the best in the world.

The last trace of complexity in Nie Feng's eyes finally dissipated slowly.

Instead, there was a profound sense of disappointment and coldness.

He no longer addressed him as "brother-in-law".

He simply raised his head, and spoke slowly and deliberately, in a deep voice:

"Dugu Ming".

The moment those three words were uttered, the fervent smile in Dugu Ming's eyes paused for an extremely subtle instant.

Nie Feng's voice was not loud, but it was clear enough to overpower the howling blood wind that swept across the mountain.

"Your obsession runs too deep."

"Whether it's the glory of Wushuang City or the empty title of being the best in the world, it should never be paid for with the blood of the common people."

"If you continue to be so stubborn, there will truly be no turning back."

Upon hearing these words, the smile on Dugu Ming's face completely vanished.

next moment.

An extremely violent surge of imperial primordial energy, like a volcano that had been completely ignited, exploded from his body!